Almost Succeeding

Suddenly I remember the man I married.
I’ve been so busy remembering 
the man I buried,
I almost forgot.

At first I tried hard to forget,
almost succeeding. 

Now I try hard to remember,
almost succeeding.

I look very hard
out of the edges
of my eyes for 
someone watching me,
but I don’t see
your eyes. 

I don’t want anyone 
watching me
leaning against a wall
slightly drunk, grinning
with Siamese recognition

Unless he has
your eyes.